Rachel Scott Book Novels & Stories

Her expression was unhurried. I returned to the desk and flipped to the next page of the notebook. There, in clean lines, I began to outline what would come next. Reintroducing myself into the world carefully. Using George’s connections to place me where I needed to be. Watching Adrian and Marissa’s every move before they ever noticed mine. I would chip away at them, quietly, until their perfect life began to crack under its own weight. Each step I wrote filled me with a strange calm, as I slowly came to the realization that ‘Rachel’ actually is dead. The Rachel who loved endlessly was killed off by the flames.

“But she soon will be.” --- Rachel jumped from the back of the black SUV before it stopped fully. The school gates loomed in front of her, half-open, guards nowhere in sight. She sprinted through them. Through the doors, hallways and lockers. The scent hit her like fire—cinnamon, metal, power. Her stomach twisted. The woman was close. She turned the corner—and saw Dylan. He was facing the crimson-cloaked figure. Nyra was beside him. Rachel stopped. The woman turned slowly—and smiled.

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

Rachel seemed to notice that my mind was working hard, and she started unraveling me further. "Is she pretty Scott? Does she have a nice body? I'm guessing she's probably very cute, and you're afraid that her wandering hands and her soft lips might actually feel a little too nice against you, am I right?" I couldn't respond, I was too busy mentally bashing myself for being so sick in the head! Rachel continued.

And he was scared. Rachel drove up the dirt road that led to her sanctuary in the woods. Her body was still tingling with the memory of Alex and the excitement of finally selling her book. Once inside, she turned on the lights and began reading through the papers. Sandra was right. It was an excellent contract, but it did require an extensive travel itinerary for book signings and other promotional events. She held the pen in her hand and stared at the signature line. She was about to get everything she ever wanted and possibly lose the one thing she never thought she’d ever have. Her life was about to change and Rachel knew Alex could never be part of it.

The wolf howls once more, and Rachel is frozen with fear. I want to comfort her--to take her in my arms and tell her it's okay. But I can't. Because I know it isn't. I've taken her the wrong way, and there's a violent rogue pack just up ahead.

Michael’s eyes were dark before he continued, “I believe that you know what kind of people the Youngs are. Back then, if Old Madam Young could use devious methods to break you and Sean apart, then Rachel will have the capability to deal with you, a woman who lacks status. She has arrived in Perth, and you, as Sean’s ex-girlfriend, I’m sure that you already know how powerful she is!” He turned and left after he finished. Looking at his back, Christina felt as if her heart was in her mouth. Rachel had arrived? In a hotel in Perth, Rachel was in her presidential suite sitting comfortably on a luxurious couch while a young lady stood behind her, giving her a gentle massage. When they heard knock

On the back, it was written, 'I will ruin them, Clara. 'Who's Clara?' Rachel thought. She tried finding some more clues but she didn't get any. On flipping the book pages, she found another photograph of the same lady. It said, 'We will finally get together.' Things were becoming confusing for Rachel. She found some more pictures with messages like 'Life is gonna be exciting.' , 'Just 9 days to go' and so on. Another hint is, that they were kept in one book series.

She didn't remember ever seeing the thick book, but a strange feeling tickled her chest. Hunter caught Rachel's confusion. He glanced at Sky and reached out his hand. "Can I take a look?" Sky approached with hesitant steps. “Yes, but please be careful, Uncle. Don't hurt this book. I promised Uncle Ed to take care of it well.” Hunter opened the book slowly. When he saw the picture on the first page, lightning struck his heart, all his nerves paralyzed. The woman in the portrait looked exactly the same as Rachel. "This ...?" "Uncle Edmund's wife," Sky answered while leaning against Hunter's chair. “Isn't she very beautiful? She looks a lot like Mama.”

The woman in the torn silk dress looks like she is about to speak, her mouth slightly parted, the red stain across her chest spreading further than it was the last time Isadora saw her. They turn down a corridor she has never seen before—narrower, darker, with no windows to let in even the faint gray light of rain. The walls are lined with bookshelves that stretch all the way to the ceiling, packed with volumes bound in dark leather and cracked cloth, spines worn smooth where countless fingers have traced their titles. She did not write this corridor. Did not write these books. In every draft of her manuscript, she had given Caelen a war tent on the edge of battlefields, maps spread across r